Her eyes widened at the sight of the man who she had never seen before.
Never mind the fact that she had never seen the man before, he was not one of the hosts Salvatore had in his employment.
Men from the organization that Salvatore led dressed differently, spoke differently, and also the fact that they knew who she was and I would never have dared to touch her.
In fact they would much rather shoot themselves in the head.
"I..I.." she stuttered not knowing what to say and by the time he remained conjured up something, "I am not—"
"I don't care who you are," he asked but opened the door wider and gripped her wrist in his hand.
Pulling her out of the room he started walking away from the door and into the hallway, "whatever you are, you are living here so you must know the in and out of the place. You are going to lead me out of this hell hole."
Hellhole? What happened tonight?